The House Of Cards (Tasher Ghor) by Aneek Chaudhuri [A tribute to Rituparno Ghosh] A lullaby paved her way to hum around the ears of reels, Is it the Autumn crossing by, or the fall of a mystic myth? Ritu Tumi ki Aar nei? Perhaps, one should belong to Bangla, Else, to be trapped with an Albatross kissing the drought & Water that was never ready to fall beneath. The fall occurs a time ago, almost seeming as the yesternight, The night full of shady lamps and the bulbs ever flickering about... A mist carried out the storm within, Alas! The House of Cards is on her feet. Ritu Tumi Ki sotti e nei? 49, yet to close a milestone... The one seeming unending to hold. Years spent in a dilemma, Not that of the Auteur, my friends, friends, isnt that what was expected from you? Yet, the Brute gets impressed upon. Still, spent years as a solitude reaper... Call him a Titli, or the one who was quite nostalgic about March Clothed a brave front as the MAN within, irrespective of fingers melting down in shame... The house of Cards held the spirit of brilliance with a hint of playing Cards, If the live to be compared to Cards, let it be.. Yes, it is! Each morning my eyes wake up to the beauty of cinematic flute, I ask the Vaishnav within Ritu Ki sotti e nei? by Aneek Chaudhuri
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 03:34:39 +0000
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